She does not speak, she only laughs and smile
She will never try to steal the limelight
She will give advice and praise all the while
Her personality is always bright

I try to understand what she now need
But the gestures confuse me even more
She is a bright flower among the weeds,
Or a goddess in an ancient folk lore?

How is it we understand each other?
Her language is almost foreign to me
When one feels happy so does the other
Talking in short sentences, like we're three

I hope our special bond will never end
She is in E.S.O.L and my quiet friend